I gotta move I had a taste I gotta move I gotta get me off the face like Peter Radiator I heard that he got bashed yeah, he got sainted you know it wasn't for the cash I gotta move I had a taste I gotta move I gotta get me off the face he told me in heaven that every everything is fine yeah, that would make a good movie yeah, that would make a good record I gotta move I gotta break I gotta move I gotta get me cross the lake and then he stopped to say before he went down this is the worst place in the sun I gotta move I had a taste I gotta move I gotta get me off the face there was a Jack who coiffed it he came from my home town he was a prophet some kids they put him in the ground got coffee got donuts got wasted erased head and what do they say ? he's not afraid of the present tense and talking back is a bad defense I gotta move I gotta break I gotta move I gotta get me cross the lake I gotta move I gotta move I gotta move I gotta move and then he stopped to say before he went down this is the worst place in the sun I gotta move I gotta move I gotta move I gotta move
Writer(s): Charles Thompson
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